"Is it him?" A police officer took out a photo.
Little Taotie looked at the photo and shook his head, "I don't know, he was wearing a mask at the time, but he looked similar."
"This is the deceased person." The police officer frowned, "So, before and after the time when the deceased bought the cake, there was a dispute with the girl playing piano in the hall?"
Little Taotie nodded, "Maybe."
"But apart from you, neither the counter lady nor the girl playing piano said they had seen the deceased."
Little Taotie said, "Could it be that they didn't recognize him because he was wearing a mask?"
"That's very unlikely."
Another police officer nodded, "Having had a dispute, they would have been able to recognize him. You know, it's not hard to identify this person's physique and appearance, and even with a mask, it's still easy to tell—it's those small eyes and single eyelids, you can tell it's him right away."
Little Taotie hesitated and nodded, "He indeed looks similar."
